1. In a dream I saw my teacher holding
My ear, in her hand something made of skin,

2. Crooked of head, blackened, dotted with spots,
But the bottom part shaped like a foot.

3. And she kept holding me with it, enjoying
The rhythm and melody,

4. Until I woke up, my face blushed with shame. If
The dream had lasted longer for the respected elder scholar, he would have become blind.